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“Zoro—”
“Did you know?” he repeats, desperate, and Luffy just looks at him. And he wonders, then, how much of this has been preordained—how much of this is real, how much of this is him. How much of what he’s felt since they were wedged side-to-side in a shitty wooden boat on the East Blue has actually mattered, and how much has been the universe pressing him down into the mold of someone else's heart.
And then Luffy is gripping his horns, bringing his forehead down to meet his, repeating, “Zoro? Zoro?” like his name is a mantra, like he’s gone somewhere far away and gotten lost on his way back.
And Zoro blinks at him, then, and sees both of them at once—both of them—and he grips Luffy’s face in his own hands (claws) and presses his lips (violent, full of teeth) against his. Because this is who he has been waiting a thousand years for, the brightest and most beautiful of them all, the one thing he could never have—could never see, not if (Luffy, Joyboy, Nika) had made different (worse) choices—the thing that could never thrive in the darkness, just like he could never (has been unable to for centuries) survive without it—
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The fight is brief and unsatisfying. The whole thing takes no more than five minutes and no more than two swords. They still hum for blood as Zoro sheathes them and faces the gang's growling, pissed off boss.
“Fine,” the man shouts. “We’ll take you then, huh? Plenty of folks will pay to bring a big man down low,” he says nonsensically.
“What—” A sharp pain in his ankle cuts him off.
A downed man pulls a needle out of Zoro's skin.
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"I wonder," Akechi says, conversationally, "if I'm even capable of saying no to you, now."
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In the aftermath of a war, Elliott, a mage, travels with his fellows as they scrape together a living. When he discovers a stowaway — an enigmatic, dark-haired man called Tae — hiding in his wagon, Elliott finds his troubles have only just begun.
Written for #CryptageWeek | 2020 | Day 4: AU
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Bloodhound hates being treated like a thing.
Revenant doesn’t.